The Motorcycle Diaries Page #2

"I don't know with what strength i freed myself from her eyes,|"I broke away from her arms

"She was left clouding with tears her anguish|"Behind the rain and the glass

- Lorca eh?|- No

- Neruda|- No

- Who?|- I don't remember

- Good bye|- Bye

Wait, wait. The snot is...

And so...with Chichina, nothing...

Not even after giving her the German shepherd with pedigree...nothing

I mean, at least you saw a tit...one

Ahhh....You saw her tits, Ernesto

Scalpel, Scalpel

North American Dollars?

- Fifteen|- Chichina?|- Yes

I like that girl for you, i always said that she was your girlfriend.|We will eat better now

- No...|- Protein food

No, she gave me this money for when we get to the US.|She asked me to buy her some pants.

I told her i would

- What?|- Forget about this money. It is out of our budget.

- F***ing moron, he is testing me...|- Che are you talking to the bike again

Listen to me man, what is wrong with your head?|That chick's got you by the balls.

Calm down

- Good evening|- Hi

Piedra de guila, Argentina|January 29th, 1952|Km 1809

- How do you feel the bike?|- The wire is making wonders, it works great

- Son of a b*tch...f***

Are you alright Fuser?

It was the curve

Son of a...

Look at the pipe...|son of a b*tch!

Pass the stakes, Im all out

Wait, wait, don't f*** with me

- You had to choose this place, you idiot...|- No you chose this place

Hold that side

- No...f***|- Son of a...

- The river is taking it|- Grab it, grab it

It took it

- Che and what if we go there?|- We should ask for help over here, with the common people

- Which one are we doing? The broken headlight?|- No, Red October. You have the experience right?

Good Night

What do you want

Maybe our appearance doesn't show it, but we are doctors|from Buenos Aires and Crdoba, respectively

We are traveling all over the country, doing some research|with hopes of curing some of the worst diseases of the 20th century

Plagues that not only consume our energy but that also|keeps Argentina in need

When by just reading the medical literature, you could notice, just as us...

What the f*** do you want, pair of bums?

Look sir, the wind took our tent, we are starving|and we need a place to spend the night

Ok, out there in the shed there's a good ground.|You can sleep with the workers

- We are doctors...|- Hmm...i like your face a lot, but i don't like yours fatty

- Fine?|- Yes, its fine|- Thank you.

Dear Mom...we are still hitting the road,|but to tell you the truth, the bike is less powerful every day

San Martn de los Andes, Argentina|January 31st, 1952|Km 2051

Money and food are scarce, but we manage to find opportunities|to eat and sleep for free

Thanks to our secret weapon:|Alberto's infallible sweet talking

...plagues that not only consume our energy but compromise|the modernization of Argentina

- So, you are doctors|- Well, no. Alberto is a biochemist and I am an MD student|- He is practically graduated, we are like doctors

- Then i would appreciate it if you could look at a swelling i have in the neck|- Gladly, eh...Mr.?

Von Puttkamer

Does it hurt?

- This is a tumor|- What do you mean a tumor?|- Yes

- Do you think so|- Yes|- Allow me

I don't know Fuser, fat sedimentation|it could be a cyst

No. It is a tumor in the occipital area

- Schatzie, these gentlemen say i have a tumor|- Tumor?

Good morning mam, i sincerely don't believe it is a tumor|but a sebaceous cyst

If you could give us a place where we could|eat and sleep we might be able to treat it

No, no look...we can't treat it. You will have to go|to Buenos Aires. I can recommend you a specialist

- Or we could try to help him, don't you think?|- Help with what? With the grass, with prayers?

- I understand, you can't do anything for me|- Yes we can, if you give us a place where we could eat and sleep.

- Around here there's a lake with lots of fish and a shed|- Sir, the diagnostic is very...|- We have nothing more to talk about, doctors. Let's go Schatzie

- The next time could you try to help us a little|- Of course i can give you a hand, but never at the price of the health of a man

- Ok, let's say that you are right and the old guy has a tumor,|how the f*** do you tell him like that?

Is the truth, if he can't handle it he can go to hell

- You can't treat a patient like that, you can't|- The guy has a serious problem,|the sooner he looks into it the better

That's the proper treatment, didn't they teach you that|at biochemistry school?

Don't talk to me about proper medicine

Nurse. First graduate and then talk.|You think you know everything, moron

I'm going to look for food

Duck! duck! duck!. Give me gun, move it! move it!

Son of a...

Great Mial...

I hit it, man

- How did you do it?|- I can't f***ing believe it...

Well, there's no other choice but to get in the water|and pick up dinner, no? Fuser, to the water to get the food!

You are really crazy if you think Im going to get in there.|Do you know how cold is that water?

Yes, i know you are allergic to cold, water, hot and all that|but you know what, i am older, wiser and i shot the duck, so|you have to go

- That shot came out of your ass, besides i have asthma|- Ok, you are right. If you can't Ill do it

- I didn't say i couldn't|- You can't or you don't want to|- I didn't say that i couldn't

Or you don't want to and that is the same. Or you could give|me Chichina's fifteen bucks...

...and we eat as God intended, c'mon.

- Look if i get to find that f***ing duck, Ill eat it all by myself|- Ah! in the water, in the water, duck.

- I'm going to get my balls frozen|- For the use you give them, Fuser...

Good Fuser, good...bring on that duck with potatoes.|Is it cold Fuser? Hey! cold? Not over here.

Duck

- Are you feeling sick?|- No, Im just perfect

Bariloche Train Station, Argentina|3 days later|Km 2270

Easy

Fuser...

Fuser, listen to me. Give me Chichina's fifteen dollars and let's|go to a hospital like the people

If you say that to me again, Ill throw up all over you.

Dear mom...what is it that's lost when you cross a border.|Each moment seems to be split in two

Melancholy for what was left behind and on the|other hand all the enthusiasm at entering new lands

Frias Lake, Argentina|February 15th, 1952|Km 2306

- Look Mial, Chile|- Chile! Viva Chile!

- Is it your first time out of the country?|- Yes, of course

You are almost a man, Che

Look Mial, when we are old and tired of traveling, we|should come back and set a clinic on this lake

That's a good idea

Providing attention to everybody, if anyone ever comes

Count on me, brother

Hey, things are getting better Fuser, eh?|- Yeah

- Hey, it is snowing|- No, is just frost

- Help me|- On three, 1, 2, 3|- Done

Go, go, go

- F*** is cold!|- Some summer, uh

Che, you told me we would enter Chile like two conquerors.|Not on foot like a pair of losers

If you don't like it, go f*** yourself Ernesto

TEMUCO, CHILE|February 18th, 1952|Km 2772

What if we dump this sh*t that gives us so much trouble

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